...Mine?

Chapter 1

It's been 5 whole months since we've spoken. 5 months since we've said our last I love you's. 5 fucking months since we saw each other.

This break up was a killer for me. I can't function well, I haven't left the house nor hanged out with friends like I use to... I don't know whether I'll ever see them again in all honesty.

I just don't understand how it ended like this. I didn't want this break up to ever happen. How did it came to be this? Ugh sadly I can't control things and I wished I could because I would've never been on my bed sulking over this gorgeous, cuban boy that broke my heart.

Yes, Lance fucking McClain broke up with me. I guess it was bound to happen since he has a reputation of breaking hearts but I thought it wouldn't happen with us.

Gosh I can't deal with this right now. I need to get up and freshen up.

I sat up very lazily. I looked around my room, piles of clothes are everywhere, wrappers laying on the floor, specks of crumbs on top of the drawers. It was just an absolute mess... like me.

I got up and looked at the full length mirror. Dark circles are under my eyes, my hair longer than it used to be, very oily as well. I smelled my black hoodie and oh no! I got to take this off immediately.

I took off my clothes and put them with the rest of the dirty pile of clothes. I grabbed some fresh new clothes and decided to take a nice, warm shower to relax me for the day.

I came back from the steamy shower and looked at the pile of clothes. It looked as if they were begging to be washed. I picked them up and put them in the dirty laundry basket. I clean up the room, hoping for the cleaning products to get rid of the unpleasant smell.

I smiled softly to myself, proud that I'm doing an effort to make a step. Now it's time to take a trip to the laundromat. I grabbed my basket, and my keys and head out.